For a moment, I couldn't breathe.
The photograph lay on the floor between my feet.
My hands had gone numb.
The woman in the picture looked exactly like me.
Not similar.
Not close.
Exactly.
The same eyes.
The same cheekbones.
The same stubborn tilt of the chin.
Even the expression felt familiar.
As though I were looking into a mirror that had somehow captured a different lifetime.
But the photograph was older than me.
Much older.
Twenty-five years at least.
Maybe more.
Impossible.
My pulse hammered in my ears.
Behind the shattered window, the shadow moved again.
I snapped my head toward it.
Nothing.
Only darkness.
Only moonlight.
Only the cold mountain wind slipping through broken glass.
The feeling of being watched remained.
Heavy.
Unshakable.
I crouched and pick
